ummm...

Well, hello.

I'm alive. Lots has changed in the past however long it has been since I've updated.

I'm student teaching at Wylie. Started at the elementary, now I'm at the high school and junior high. I love my day job. Quiznos, however, sucks. Not for much longer, though. Real world, here I come.

Chris and I moved in together. It's wonderful. He's quite the bed hog, however.

That's about it. Wyatt is still growing up. New picture:

I feel the same way too, kid.

More in a year or so. Bye.

You'd think that whenever I got out of school I would have more time to write...I guess I shot that theory.





Let's see...I've been working. I've been playing. I got in a wreck on the 4th of July and Geico totaled my car. Let me just say that all Geico has is good advertising. Everything else sucks. I want my Corolla back, that's all.





I cut my finger on the slicer at work and it hurts to type.





I still live in my apartment.





I still have my Chris.





Wyatt is growing up and getting into everything. Picture:

He's my cool buddy.

Nothing much else to say...I turn 23...twenty FRIKIN three...on Monday. I'm sad. I'm that much closer to 50 as far as I am concerned. I am going to Six Flags with my family and Chris though! :)

I start student teaching at the end of August. Nervous? Yes. I had a dream that the teachers were mean to me last night. Surely that won't happen.

I'm out. I'll update in another 4 months or so. haha.

I'm still here.

Has it really been over a month this time? Sorry. I just can't keep this thing updated anymore.

Well, my senior recital has come and gone. I'm in the middle of finals week. It is almost 8 am and I've been at school since 7am studying for my music history final at 8:45. My piano proficiency is at 8:30am, and my Forms and Analysis final is at 12:30.

I have never been so happy in my life.

I'm done. Really. Not done with this semester. I'm done with college. On Friday at 1pm, I will have officially completed all courses needed for an instrumental music education degree. Not to brag, but damn! It's been quite a journey. You have to have a true love for music to complete it, let me tell you. If you don't enjoy listening to Gregorian Chants and orchestral music from the Renaissance, you won't make it. Haha. I'm actually sitting here listening to some bizzare 20th century music...because it is the last music history test I will ever take!!! I did a hard-core score identification project last night...which I actually thought was fun. Am I a loser? No. I just found my niche and made it my career. Good call, Rachel. So the only thing I have to complete is all that testing to make sure I've been paying attention the past 4 years and student teach, and I'll have my degree in my hands. Degree. That sounds so grown up. I'm not scared, don't get me wrong. I'm super-nervous/excited. Real world, here I come. I made it to the other side.

Am I really about to be on a salary?!?! YIKES!

Chris and I have never been better. He took me shopping yesterday for a "completion of classes" present. No one has ever done something like that for me. I'm crazy about him. Still taking things one day at a time. We're finishing school before we do anything to A) make sure we can stand each other for a long period of time (like 5 years), and B) save money and not be broke because we got married in college. I think it's a pretty stupid thing to do, but to each their own. I'm happy with him just being by my side. That and the lack of pressure keeps him around.

I'm officially listening to the weirdest song I've ever heard. Riley's "In C." Check it out.

Still living in my apartment. It's looking more homey these days. I just had to break it in. Oh, and you don't realize how much crap you have until you move it into a small apartment. Oh, what I would give for another closet. It's just me and the dog for now. I have crazy neighbors who always have the cops around. Kinda makes me feel safe in a way. Then in a way, it doesn't.

I'm still night managing at the big Q. It sucks to say the least. People aren't sure how to get off their ass and work (sorry), so I have to pick up the slack or the customers suffer, and that is not fair to them. It was most stressful during the peak of everything being due, but now that it has come and gone it's getting easier. I guess having a real work ethic can suck sometimes. My crew is always amazing (because I make them work...muhaha), but the managers...we won't even get into that. :) Thank God I'm getting a real job...

Anyway. I have to memorize some composers of the 20th century in the next 21 minutes.

I made it. That's really all I wanted to say. Oh, and I'm really, really, really, really happy.

Bye.

just a little nervous...

Hey guys.

I don't have much time, but I need to...type, I guess. I'd rather talk, but I'm limited to myself and this mac in front of me.

My pre-recital jury is in a couple of hours. My stomach is in knots. I'm more worried about this pre-recital than I am the actual recital. This is where the "panel" (including all of the important people, we'll say) decides whether I can cut it on a recital or not. I've talked to others who have done this already, and apparently it is common to screw up in these and still get passed. I don't want to screw up though! I have done nothing but practice all weekend. I did absolutely no homework, and I definietly should have considering we are leaving for band tour and the end of the week! There is no way I could of concentrated anyway. I've done nothing but play this weekend. I sound solid for the most part. The only thing I am insanely worried about is getting off with the piano. Ugh.

This will all be over come lunch time. I'll be sure to let you know how it goes. As if YOU care. Who is you anyway?

Wish me luck.

Spring Break...not at the beach.

Hey guys.

Babysitting was a blast, as usual. He barely made a peep except for his laughter. He's such a joy.

Just got back from the doctor. I'll be finding out critical information on my situation, which make me nervous/anxious/sad/scared...ugh. I just want all that to be over.

I have soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much homework over the break. More than I've ever had before. Yikes! 10 page paper (which will turn into 20 eventually) on Stravinsky, here I come. Sonata project, here I come. Recruiting project, here I come. Score study for the concert I am putting on in May, here I come. Practicing for my senior recital, here I come.

That's not even all of it! Ha!

Anyway, I guess instead of blabbing on here, I should go be productive. Yeah...right.

Bye!

Don't have much time...

I just had a moment between band and music history, so I thought I would write in this thing.

I will officially be able to student teach and be done with all of my classes in a little over 2 months. I'm scared. Real world, here I come. Right now, I do not have much time to myself. It tends to get frustrating, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel, so I know I am going to make it.

Chris and I are still great. Go figure. Sure, we have our "tiffs," some more hardcore than others, but we don't just bitch. We figure out a solution and move on from there instead of being whiny babies about it. That is what ruins a relationship. Both sides have to be willing to budge...it's all about sacrifice and I sure have learned that over the past year or so. Have we really been together for almost a year? Geez....

I'm almost a teacher. Did I mention that? It's just a bit scary.

Anyone seen a crazy chocolate lab?

I get to babysit Wyatt on Monday! If you haven't seen him, you should come to my house at 9am Monday morning. The cutest almost one year old will be hanging out with me.

It's almost Spring Break.

I'm out...I'm babbling. Peace.

School is well under way...

...and I'm not behind yet!

There's going to be quite a bit of homework this semester I believe. I've had so many pages of reading to do already that I'm feeling every so slightly overwhelmed. I have to write a 20 page music history paper before the end of the semester. I have string, piano, and trombone lessons. I quit jazz band 'cause I'm working like crazy and I don't have any time to myself...that was pretty much the only thing that could go. That and I have to work nights since I'm an official "night manager." Woot.

Everything is so great. Even school. I guess I just had to be patient and get things worked out...which I finally did. Chris and I are still going strong, taking it one day at a time. We talk about a future but we don't obsess over it (because I'm not a psycho witch!), and for that reason I think we've got a bond that no one's gonna break. It's a great feeling. Wyatt is about to be one, and he's doing great. Sitting up on his own, his little teeth are growing in, he coos and laughs all the time...he's adorable. It's almost like he knows what happened and he's grateful to be alive...

It's almost time for recital seminar...then work. Then homework. Then bed. Story of my life. At least I have my baby by my side...isn't that a song?

Until next time...

School is well under way...

...and I'm not behind yet!

There's going to be quite a bit of homework this semester I believe. I've had so many pages of reading to do already that I'm feeling every so slightly overwhelmed. I have to write a 20 page music history paper before the end of the semester. I have string, piano, and trombone lessons. I quit jazz band 'cause I'm working like crazy and I don't have any time to myself...that was pretty much the only thing that could go. That and I have to work nights since I'm an official "night manager." Woot.

Everything is so great. Even school. I guess I just had to be patient and get things worked out...which I finally did. Chris and I are still going strong, taking it one day at a time. We talk about a future but we don't obsess over it (because I'm not a psycho witch!), and for that reason I think we've got a bond that no one's gonna break. It's a great feeling. Wyatt is about to be one, and he's doing great. Sitting up on his own, his little teeth are growing in, he coos and laughs all the time...he's adorable. It's almost like he knows what happened and he's grateful to be alive...

It's almost time for recital seminar...then work. Then homework. Then bed. Story of my life. At least I have my baby by my side...isn't that a song?

Until next time...